I love babies, they are usually cute and innocent.
I like pregnant women, so different from all of us.
The protruding stomach is a gentle call on the future. Promising!
I like pregnant men too, only if it converts to huge future investment.
There is something that we are all pregnant about.
It's called decision! - in form of idea, intentions, thoughts and dreams.
It wakes us in the middle of the dusk, it slaps us to life at dawn, it beckons in broad day light, it drains our energy, it disturbs our focus, it pushes us yet hold on to ropes around our waist. It presses out smiles on our wrinkles, it spreads colorful aroma into our conversation.
As a fan in an automobile, the 'babe' turns within us, it sometimes jump from the stomach to our fingers, our fingers desire to give birth, but the 'babe' leapt further into the brain. The leaps and bounds get us confused. The ideas and dreams is hung to the ceilings of our mind but also dances to the pendulum of checks and wind of change.
When we reach this pregnant crossroads, with no strength to bear, please BREATHE!
BREATH - Buy Rest | Eat Air | Take Holiday
Comeback refired, with the new, ravishing and wholesome 'babe'.
Good day, You Are Limitless.